"I interrupted her. I ran up the steps. The sitting-room was empty. "Olive," I called.
"I went into the pa.s.sage and suddenly I heard a sound that froze my heart. The amah had followed me and now she opened the door of Olive"s room. The sound I had heard was the sound of Olive crying. I went in. She was lying on her bed, on her face, and her sobs shook her from head to foot. I put my hand on her shoulder.
"Olive, what is it?" I asked.
"Who"s that?" she cried. She sprang to her feet suddenly, as though she were scared out of her wits. And then: "Oh, it"s you," she said. She stood in front of me, with her head thrown back and her eyes closed, and the tears streamed from them. It was dreadful. "Tim"s married," she gasped, and her face screwed up in a sort of grimace of pain.
"I must admit that for one moment I had a thrill of exultation, it was like a little electric shock tingling through my heart; it struck me that now I had a chance, she might be willing to marry me; I know it was terribly selfish of me; you see, the news had taken me by surprise; but it was only for a moment, after that I was melted by her awful distress and the only thing I felt was deep sorrow because she was unhappy. I put my arm round her waist.
"Oh, my dear, I"m sorry," I said. "Don"t stay here. Come into the sitting-room and sit down and we"ll talk about it. Let me give you something to drink."
"She let me lead her into the next room and we sat down on the sofa. I told the amah to fetch the whisky and syphon and I mixed her a good strong stengah and made her drink a little. I took her in my arms and rested her head on my shoulder. She let me do what I liked with her. The great tears streamed down her poor face.
"How could he?" she moaned. "How could he?"
"My darling," I said, "it was bound to happen sooner or later. He"s a young man. How could you expect him never to marry? It"s only natural."
""No, no, no," she gasped.
"Tight-clenched in her hand I saw that she had a letter and I guessed that it was Tim"s.
""What does he say?" I asked.
"She gave a frightened movement and clutched the letter to her heart as though she thought I would take it from her.
"He says he couldn"t help himself He says he had to. What does it mean?"
"Well, you know, in his way he"s just as attractive as you are. He has so much charm. I suppose he just fell madly in love with some girl and she with him."
"He"s so weak," she moaned.
""Are they coming out?" I asked.
""They sailed yesterday. He says it won"t make any difference. He"s insane. How can I stay here?"
"She began to cry hysterically. It was torture to see that girl, usually so calm, utterly shattered by her emotion. I had always felt that her lovely serenity masked a capacity for deep feeling. But the abandon of her distress simply broke me up. I held her in my arms and kissed her, her eyes and her wet cheek and her hair. I don"t think she knew what I was doing. I was hardly conscious of it myself I was so deeply moved.
""What shall I do?" she wailed.
""Why won"t you marry me?" I said.
"She tried to withdraw herself from me, but I wouldn"t let her go. ""After all, it would be a way out," I said.
"How can I marry you?" she moaned. "I"m years older than you are."
"Oh, what nonsense, two or three. What do I care?"
""No, no."
""Why not?" I said.
n don"t love you," she said.
""What does that matter? I love you."
"I don"t know what I said. I told her that I"d try to make her happy. I said I"d never ask anything from her but what she was prepared to give me. I talked and talked. I tried to make her see reason. I felt that she didn"t want to stay there, in the same place as Tim, and I told her that I"d be moved soon to some other district. I thought that might tempt her. She couldn"t deny that we"d always got on awfully well together. After a time she did seem to grow a little quieter. I had a feeling that she was listening to me. I had even a sort of feeling that she knew that she was lying in my arms and that it comforted her. I made her drink a drop more whisky. I gave her a cigarette. At last I thought I might be just mildly facetious.
""You know, I"m not a bad sort really," I said. "You might do worse."
""You don"t know me," she said. "You know nothing whatever about me."
"I"m capable of learning," I said.
"She smiled a little.
""You"re awfully kind, Mark," she said.
""Say yes, Olive," I begged.
"She gave a deep sigh. For a long time she stared at the ground. But she did not move and I felt the softness of her body in my arms. I waited. I was frightfully nervous and the minutes seemed endless.
""All right," she said at last, as though she were not conscious that any time had pa.s.sed between my prayer and her answer.
"I was so moved that I had nothing to say. But when I wanted to kiss her lips, she turned her face away, and wouldn"t let me. I wanted us to be married at once, but she was quite firm that she wouldn"t. She insisted on waiting till Tim came back. You know how sometimes you see so clearly into people"s thoughts that you"re more certain of them than if they"d spoken them; I saw that she couldn"t quite believe that what Tim had written was true and that she had a sort of miserable hope that it was all a mistake and he wasn"t married after all. It gave me a pang, but I loved her so much, I just bore it. I was willing to bear anything. I adored her. She wouldn"t even let me tell anyone that we were engaged. She made me promise not to say a word till Tim"s return. She said she couldn"t bear the thought of the congratulations and all that. She wouldn"t even let me make any announcement of Tim"s marriage. She was obstinate about it. I had a notion that she felt if the fact were spread about it gave it a certainty that she didn"t want it to have.
"But the matter was taken out of her hands. News travels mysteriously in the East. I don"t know what Olive had said in the amah"s hearing when first she received the news of Tim"s marriage; anyhow, the Hardys" seis told the Sergisons and Mrs Sergison attacked me the next time I went into the club.
"I hear Tim Hardy"s married," she said.
"Oh?" I answered, unwilling to commit myself "She smiled at my blank face, and told me that her amah having told her the rumour she had rung up Olive and asked her if it was true. Olive"s answer had been rather odd. She had not exactly confirmed it, but said that she had received a letter from Tim telling her he was married.
""She"s a strange girl," said Mrs Sergison. When I asked her for details she said she had none to give and when I said: "Aren"t you thrilled?" she didn"t answer.
"Olive"s devoted to Tim, Mrs Sergison," I said. "His marriage has naturally been a shock to her. She knows nothing about Tim"s wife. She"s nervous about her."
""And when are you two going to be married?" she asked me abruptly. ""What an embarra.s.sing question!" I said, trying to laugh it off "She looked at me shrewdly.
"Will you give me your word of honour that you"re not engaged to her?"
"I didn"t like to tell her a deliberate lie, nor to ask her to mind her own business, and I"d promised Olive faithfully that I would say nothing till Tim got back. I hedged.
"Mrs Sergison," I said, "when there"s anything to tell I promise that you"ll be the first person to hear it. All I can say to you now is that I do want to marry Olive more than anything in the world."
"I"m very glad that Tim"s married," she answered. "And I hope she"ll marry you very soon. It was a morbid and unhealthy life that they led up there, those two, they kept far too much to themselves and they were far too much absorbed in one another."
"I saw Olive practically every day. I felt that she didn"t want me to make love to her, and I contented myself with kissing her when I came and when I went. She was very nice to me, kindly and thoughtful; I knew she was glad to see me and sorry when it was time for me to go. Ordinarily, she was apt to fall into silence but during this time she talked more than I had ever heard her talk before. But never of the future and never of Tim and his wife. She told me a lot about her life in Florence and her mother. She had led a strange lonely life, mostly with servants and governesses, while her mother, I suspected, engaged in one affair after another with vague Italian counts and Russian princes. I guessed that by the time she was fourteen there wasn"t much she didn"t know It was natural for her to be quite unconventional: in the only world she knew till she was eighteen conventions weren"t mentioned because they didn"t exist. Gradually, Olive seemed to regain her serenity and I should have thought that she was beginning to accustom herself to the thought of Tim"s marriage if it hadn"t been that I couldn"t but notice how pale and tired she looked. I made up my mind that the moment he arrived I"d press her to marry me at once. I could get short leave whenever I asked for it, and by the time that was up I thought I could manage a transfer to some other post. What she wanted was change of air and fresh scenes.
"We knew, of course, within a day when Tim"s ship would reach Penang, but it was a question whether she"d get in soon enough for him to catch the train and I wrote to the P. 8i) 0. agent asking him to telegraph as soon as he had definite news. When I got the wire and took it up to Olive I found that she"d just received one from Tim. The ship had docked early and he was arriving next day. The train was supposed to get in at eight o"clock in the morning, but it was liable to be anything from one to six hours late, and I bore with me an invitation from Mrs Sergison asking Olive to come back with me to stay the night with her so that she would be on the spot and need not go to the station till the news came through that the train was coming.
"I was immensely relieved. I thought that when the blow at last fell Olive wouldn"t feel it so much. She had worked herself up into such a state that I couldn"t help thinking that she must have a reaction now She might take a fancy to her sister-in-law. There was no reason why they shouldn"t all three get on very well together. To my surprise Olive said she wasn"t coming down to the station to meet him.
""They"ll be awfully disappointed," I said.
"I"d rather wait here," she answered. She smiled a little. "Don"t argue with me, Mark, I"ve quite made up my mind."
"I"ve ordered breakfast in my house," I said.
""That"s all right. You meet them and take them to your house and give them breakfast, and then they can come along here afterwards. Of course I"ll send the car down."
n don"t suppose they"ll want to breakfast if you"re not there," I said.
"Oh, I"m sure they will. If the train gets in on time they wouldn"t have thought of breakfasting before it arrived and they"ll be hungry. They won"t want to take this long drive without anything to eat"
"I was puzzled. She had been looking forward so intensely to Tim"s coming, it seemed strange that she should want to wait all by herself while the rest of us were having a jolly breakfast. I supposed she was nervous and wanted to delay as long as possible meeting the strange woman who had come to take her place. It seemed unreasonable, I couldn"t see that an hour sooner or an hour later could make any difference, but I knew women were funny, and anyhow I felt Olive wasn"t in the mood for me to press it "Telephone when you"re starting so that I shall know when to expect you," she said.
""All right," I said, "but you know I shan"t be able to come with them. It"s my day for going to Lahad."
This was a town that I had to go to once a week to take cases. It was a good way off and one had to ferry across a river, which took some time, so that I never got back till late. There were a few Europeans there and a club. I generally had to go on there for a bit to be sociable and see that things were getting along all right "Besides," I added, "with Tim bringing his wife home for the first time I don"t suppose he"ll want me about. But if you"d like to ask me to dinner I"ll be glad to come to that"
"Olive smiled.
"I don"t think it"ll be my place to issue any more invitations, will it?" she said. "You must ask the bride."
"She said this so lightly that my heart leaped. I had a feeling that at last she had made up her mind to accept the altered circ.u.mstances and, what was more, was accepting them with cheerfulness. She asked me to stay to dinner. Generally I left about eight and dined at home. She was very sweet, almost tender, and I was happier than I"d been for weeks. I had never been more desperately in love with her. I had a couple of gin pahits and I think I was in rather good form at dinner. I know I made her laugh. I felt that at last she was casting away the load of misery that had oppressed her. That was why I didn"t let myself be very much disturbed by what happened at the end.
"Don"t you think it"s about time you were leaving a presumably maiden lady?" she said.
"She spoke in a manner that was so quietly gay that I answered without hesitation: "Oh, my dear, if you think you"ve got a shred of reputation left you deceive yourself You"re surely not under the impression that the ladies of Sibuku don"t know that I"ve been coming to see you every day for a month. The general feeling is that if we"re not married it"s high time we were. Don"t you think it would be just as well if I broke it to them that we"re engaged?"
"Oh, Mark, you mustn"t take our engagement very seriously," she said. "I laughed.
"How else do you expect me to take it? It is serious." "She shook her head a little.
""No. I was upset and hysterical that day. You were being very sweet to me. I said yes because I was too miserable to say no. But now I"ve had time to collect myself Don"t think me unkind. I made a mistake. I"ve been very much to blame. You must forgive me."
"Oh, darling, you"re talking nonsense. You"ve got nothing against me."
"She looked at me steadily. She was quite calm. She had even a little smile at the back of her eyes.
"I can"t marry you. I can"t marry anyone. It was absurd of me ever to think I could."
"I didn"t answer at once. She was in a queer state and I thought it better not to insist.
"I suppose I can"t drag you to the altar by main force," I said.
"I held out my hand and she gave me hers. I put my arm round her, and she made no attempt to withdraw. She suffered me to kiss her as usual on her cheek.
"Next morning I met the train. For once in a way it was punctual. Tim waved to me as his carriage pa.s.sed the place where I was standing, and by the time I had walked up he had already jumped out and was handing down his wife. He grasped my hand warmly.
""Where"s Olive?" he said, with a glance along the platform. "This is Sally."
"I shook hands with her and at the same time explained why Olive was not there.
"It was frightfully early, wasn"t it?" said Mrs Hardy. "I told them that the plan was for them to come and have a bit of breakfast at my house and then drive home.
"I"d love a bath," said Mrs Hardy.
""You shall have one," I said.
"She was really an extremely pretty little thing, very fair, with enormous blue eyes and a lovely little straight nose. Her skin, all milk and roses, was exquisite. A little of the chorus girl type, of course, and you may happen to think that rather namby-pamby, but in that style she was enchanting. We drove to my house, they both had a bath and Tim a shave; I just had two minutes alone with him. He asked me how Olive had taken his marriage. I told him she"d been upset.
"I was afraid so," he said, frowning a little. He gave a short sigh. "I couldn"t do anything else."
"I didn"t understand what he meant. At that moment Mrs Hardy joined us and slipped her arm through her husband"s. He took her hand in his and gently pressed it. He gave her a look that had in it something pleased and humorously affectionate, as though he didn"t take her quite seriously, but enjoyed his sense of proprietorship and was proud of her beauty. She really was lovely. She was not at all shy, she asked me to call her Sally before we"d known one another ten minutes, and she was quick in the uptake. Of course, just then she was excited at arriving. She"d never been East and everything thrilled her. It was quite obvious that she was head over heels in love with Tim. Her eyes never left him and she hung on his words. We had a jolly breakfast and then we parted. They got into their car to go home and I into mine to go to Lahad. I promised to go straight to the estate from there and in point of fact it was out of my way to pa.s.s by my house. I took a change with me. I didn"t see why Olive shouldn"t like Sally very much, she was frank and gay, and ingenuous; she was extremely young, she couldn"t have been more than nineteen, and her wonderful prettiness couldn"t fail to appeal to Olive. I was just as glad to have had a reasonable excuse to leave the three of them by themselves for the day, but as I started out from Lahad I had a notion that by the time I arrived they would all be pleased to see me. I drove up to the bungalow and blew my horn two or three times, expecting someone to appear. Not a soul. The place was in total darkness. I was surprised. It was absolutely silent. I couldn"t make it out. They must be in. Very odd, I thought. I waited a moment, then got out of the car and walked up the steps. At the top of them I stumbled over something. I swore and bent down to see what it was; it had felt like a body. There was a cry and I saw it was the amah. She shrank back cowering as I touched her and broke into loud wails.
""What the h.e.l.l"s the matter?" I cried, and then I felt a hand on my arm and heard a voice: Tuan, Tuan. I turned and in the darkness recognized Tim"s head boy. He began to speak in little frightened gasps. I listened to him with horror. What he told me was unspeakable. I pushed him aside and rushed into the house. The sitting-room was dark. I turned on the light. The first thing I saw was Sally huddled up in an arm-chair. She was startled by my sudden appearance and cried out. I could hardly speak. I asked her if it was true. When she told me it was I felt the room suddenly going round and round me. I had to sit down. As the car that bore Tim and Sally drove up the road that led to the house and Tim sounded the klaxon to announce their arrival and the boys and the amah ran out to greet them there was the sound of a shot. They ran to Olive"s room and found her lying in front of the looking-gla.s.s in a pool of blood. She had shot herself with Tim"s revolver.
"Is she dead?" I said.
""No, they sent for the doctor, and he took her to the hospital."
"I hardly knew what I was doing. I didn"t even trouble to tell Sally where I was going. I got up and staggered to the door. I got into the car and told my seis to drive like h.e.l.l to the hospital. I rushed in. I asked where she was. They tried to bar my way, but I pushed them aside. I knew where the private rooms were. Someone clung to my arm, but I shook him off. I vaguely understood that the doctor had given instructions that no one was to go into the room. I didn"t care about that. There was an orderly at the door; he put out his arm to prevent me from pa.s.sing. I swore at him and told him to get out of my way. I suppose I made a row, I was beside myself; the door opened and the doctor came out.
""Who"s making all this noise?" he said. "Oh, it"s you. What do you want?"
"Is she dead?" I asked.
""No. But she"s unconscious. She never regained consciousness. It"s only a matter of an hour or two."
"I want to see her."
""You can"t."
"I"m engaged to her."
""You?" he cried, and even at that moment I was aware that he looked at me strangely. "That"s all the more reason."
"I didn"t know what he meant. I was stupid with horror.
""Surely you can do something to save her," I cried.
"He shook his head.
"If you saw her you wouldn"t wish it," he said.
"I stared at him aghast. In the silence I heard a man"s convulsive sobbing. ""Who"s that?" I asked.
"Her brother."